[Completed] Amira is a human who finds herself thrust into a world she doesn't know. Once she wakes up in the strange town of Woling, she has to fight to regain the memories of the evils she committed in order to keep her past from destroying everyt...
"You suck at getting right to the point, you know that right?"
"So I've been told," She mused and tossed the little wolf to me. "Mom and dad–"
"Here we go again."
"–Were both humans. Mostly, that is. Do you know anything about genetics? Biology?" I stared at her, deadpan.
"What do you think, Cara. Do I know genetics?"
"Right then," She moved on with ease and I rolled the little wolf back and forth between my fingers. Quite soothing actually. "Well, being a full-blooded shadowed creature is becoming increasingly rare, most of the traits are recessive, so it takes both parents having that recessive trait to spawn New Blood. Even then, the science can get sort of wonky, because the traits don't act one-hundred percent dormant in the gene carriers," I blinked at her. Maybe, I should have graduated High School.
"Right over my head, Cara," She rolled her eyes impatiently.
"Okay, this is definitely not even scratching the surface of the science behind it all– but think of it like this. Mom and dad both carried the potential to have a magical child, they were each, half-human, half-not, Old Blood.
"Mom's magical traits were dormant, but dad was a gifted healer if he focused all of his attention on the task. Do you follow so far?" Not really at all, but still I nodded. "Good, so, they have us. I was born with both halves of their magical traits, and you were born with both halves of their human traits. Ergo, I am a shadowed creature, and you are human. New Blood, and Old Blood. But, again, the science is whacky, and even though you are human, there might be trace amounts of un-humanness within you."
"You sound absolutely insane, and like a textbook, you realize that," Cara's eyes flashed in annoyance and I rested my back against the wall. "Okay, I think.. no... I think I get it?"
"Our parents, they gave us up because they felt that they had no other choice. Old Blooded humans, like dad, who practice magic when they aren't New Blooded are..." her eyes turned up as she thought."...Frowned upon, to put it nicely. We would've been hunted our whole lives, just like they were, especially if you were like him."
"But, I'm not like him."
"Not yet, haven't you heard what I've said at all?" She snapped. "The science isn't known facts and proved theories, it's just a bunch of whacked out concepts that may be right, but they may also be very wrong," I frowned and pushed off of the wall to move closer.
"So you think that I might be like him?" Cara anxiously twisted a ring around her finger.
"I haven't told anyone except for Crion. All we know for sure is that you aren't New Blood, you could just be Human, I hope you're just human. But, no offense, I don't know why Eon would be so drawn to you if you were. He could've thralled anyone," I sat down on the couch, slumping down into it. Gods, just when I thought I was done getting my mind blown by otherworldly shit.
"I've never seen the book that was stolen from Leaflet, but there are rumors about what is in it. Neuam, from what they say, requires the blood of and Old Blood, and a New Blood who has been.. enhanced," A chill raced down my spine.
"He took blood from me each time, but Eon – Eon was crazy. He was just... crazy."
"Is crazy," My head snapped to her so fast it almost felt like it was going to break, or keep spinning around like they do in those cartoons they play early mornings on the weekend. "He's not dead, Amira."
"Where is he then?" She scoffed distastefully.
"Hiding, like cockroaches do. The Gods aren't kind, they aren't forgiving, and yet, somehow, somehow that thing is still alive. Somethings helping him," I held the little wolf to my chest, looking to the doorway where I knew that just beyond the heavy wooden door Axle and Crion were standing.
Tuskraysa. Eon said they were essentially defunct, so they couldn't still be behind his actions, could they be?
"The God With No Name," Cara looked up.
"What?"
"He mentioned The God With No Name, promises he made with the one who created him," I clutched the wolf tight in my hands. I think I would name this little guy Wolfy, an homage. "What is he?"
"We don't know."
"Everyone always says that they just.. won't say. That it isn't time–"
"Do you want to know the best way to stay alive in our world?" Cara had never truly looked upon me in kindness, and I think the almost pitying expression she held now would be the closest I would get.
"We lie."
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Welp folks. I know, I know, that this ending– well it kind of sucks. I am 100% planning a second book, hopefully, I will get to working on that soon!!!
